The Game of 2 Doors by Kamal Imani c07 2 blood brothers...at the time we were all under 10. They were my best friends. They father use to tell us bout how he used to roll in New York City with Nicky Barnes, Frank White and them. He even had they pictures up on his bedroom dresser and told us how he still goes to the jail to visit them and give them money so they could buy cigarettes cause that's what money is in jail. And they knew they father did coke so when they got 14 and 16 they said, "yo, my father does it so he can't tell me shit". As we smoked our Newports and drank our Old English 40 ounces. My boys were talented. I'm not just talking supreme mathematics, cause we would build up in the attic, but I'm talking Calculus and trig dig? I guess being part Chinese and part Black had something to do with that, or is that a stereotype? Anyway, we all started getting mixed up in petty crime. But, when the neighborhood homes and cars started getting broken into and cats started getting prison records, I started to tell them... yo"I'll be with my girl Tameka tonight yo". And theyd be like "yo, you cat n up" Why you cattin up?, and I'd just let them go. So, to make a long story short... Fast forward to ages 30 and 32. My boys had crack dreams to pursue. Set up shop outta state Teased me for working in retail when I could be droppin packages off and gettin $40 thou for it. Both a them got murked at the same time. With lead in the back of they heads In this game you only got 2 ...
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